From the age of eight, when a certain Tatooine farmboy
captured my imagination (and my heart), I've considered myself a SciFi author.
I wrote my own version of Star Wars,
a series of scifi stories linked by a bloodline spanning several decades
inspired by Anne McCaffrey's writing, some Doctor
Who shorts (what would now be called fan fiction, I guess), and finally a Doctor Who novella that was my first
ever completed work (rejected, but the fact that I finished was kudos enough
for me at age eighteen).

Then I didn't really write anything again until 2009, when I
completed my second novel, Keir. It
wasn't until attempting to get what became my debut novel published that I
discovered what I was writing was actually a little known genre called science
fiction romance. And having found what felt like home, I had no intention of
leaving. I love heavy tech SF and reading up on technology, but I try not to
put too much into my writing. I won't spend pages on technical details for how
my characters throw themselves through space or the genetics of an alien
species for fear it might slow things down too much. I do have psi talents such
as telepathy and telekinesis (though these abilities are mostly alien in nature
rather than magical). One of my even WIPs has intelligent griffins in it,
though that's not what they call themselves. As I began writing fantasy before
I got hooked on SciFi, I guess it's inevitable that there are still elements of
my old genre seeping in.

But Tethered
started out with the working title of Succubi.
So how did I get from SF to writing a being that sits very firmly in the
UF/paranormal category? Well...

I'd been chatting to a couple of friends on Twitter about how
elves and dragons had cornered more than their fair share of the mythological
representation in books. I was looking for some story ideas, and wondering
about taking a lesser known mythical being and putting a SF twist on it. And so
Succubi in Spaaaaace began.

Succubi was only the working title though, and a rough
summary of my heroine's ability. Because I am
(or was - I've written paranormal since) a SF author at heart. And she certainly
wasn't a Daughter of Lilith type succubus. No. Tyree was a genetically
engineered clone, and an assassin. She could alter her molecular density to
either crush an opponent, or become incorporeal to ghost down corridors faster
than a human could run, or walk through walls. Her method of
assassination...well. 'Succubus' should give you a clue. As Tyree says herself,
at least her victims die in ecstasy. :P

While her abilities might appear more magical/paranormal,
they have a scientific basis. Her people—the Inc-Su (taken from incubus and
succubus—have genetically 'perfected' themselves over the centuries since they
divided from humanity. Now living in seclusion from the rest of the human race,
they regard themselves as superior, but their limited numbers put them at
greater risk, so they still rely on their human neighbours. And as Tyree
discovers, she needs a certain human more than she thought, even with her
succubus abilities.

Tethered was a lot of fun to write,
and I hope it will be fun to read. In the meantime, I'm going to carry on
mixing those paranormal and fantasy elements into my SFR, and probably write
some more PNR too.

Here's the blurb for TETHERED:

She can kill with a kiss. But can
assassin Tyree also heal one man’s grief, and bring peace to a galaxy
threatened by war?

For Tyree of the Su, being an assassin isn’t
simply something she was trained for. It’s the sole reason for her existence. A
genetically enhanced clone—one of many in Refuge—she’s about to learn her
secluded lifestyle, and that of all her kind, is under threat by a race capable
of neutralizing their special talents to leave them defenseless.

For Zander D’joren, being a diplomat has not
only cost him his appearance, but also the love of his life. Scarred, grieving,
he must nonetheless continue in his role as co-delegate to the fearsome
Tier-vane or risk a conflict that could only end one way.

Now both of them need to keep each other alive
and maintain a perilous deception long enough to renegotiate the treaty with
the Tier-vane, or throw their people into a war that could wipe out Terrans and
Inc-Su alike. But there’s more at stake than humanity, whether true or
modified. Can the love growing between them save them both? Or merely hasten
their destruction?

Buy links:

Breathless Press - (and for the whole of August, Breathless Press is offering 50% off to celebrate their 5th birthday!)

Best Selling Science Fiction & Paranormal Romance author and “SciFi Encounters” columnist for the USA Today Happily Ever After blog, Veronica Scott grew up in a house with a library as its heart. Dad loved science fiction, Mom loved ancient history and Veronica thought there needed to be more romance in everything.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

I'm looking forward to Sharknado 2. I had a shark extravaganza this weekend so am completely primed, though could it really be more horribly better than Ghost Shark? That's hard to believe.

But then I like the Xanth books, too. Sometimes the ridiculous is so entertaining. Kids books are full of fun but implausible worlds--Bunnicula, or my current favorite kid's books, The Janitors(saving the brains of school kids from supernatural Filth, Rubbish and Grime!).

Thinking of the unusual, I recently described my new release(a rerelease) Starlander's Myth. "Well," sez I, "It's a space western set in a space frontier universe. With some steampunk elements. My heroine prefers bustles on the backside of her dresses.

"Did I mention she'd also a griffin shifter? Super strong, but because she is a widow with a small child she became a captive to slavers. Griffins have some valuable skills.

"Oh, and there's the lab created child with moth wings? The space creature?"

Hmmm, maybe I moved into Sharknado territory on this one. Though to me it seems like a sweet romance between a lonely asteroid miner and a young widow who has had some very hard times.

The next book in the trilogy will have a griffin shifter hero. He's bookish.

Is it possible for a man to be created from marble? Of course. Statues all over Europe and Asia are made of them. There are quite a few in the USA, too. But what if that marble came to life? I've always wondered what could happen.

Soft Marble was born out of a flash fiction prompt. Something coming to life and being sexy. Seems pretty simple and it is, but for my story there was a little more to it. There's sex, romance and playing around in an art room. Hinky!

This story was also spawned from a visit to a wax museum. A few years back, I'd gone to a wax museum featuring rock and roll dignitaries. As I rounded the corner, Gene Simmons was staring back at me from in front of Marilyn Manson's face. It was a reflection on the glass, but still, it was spooky. Then there was the other incident. Again, rounding a corner I noticed Steven Tyler's hair moving. Now, in a wax museum, with glass encasing the figures, nothing should move. NOTHING SHOULD MOVE! Honestly, it freaked me out until I realized it was the fans blowing on the figures to keep them a regular temperature. But it got me thinking. What would happen if these things did come to life? It would either be really freaky, or it would be kinda cool. Imagine, John Lennon coming to life. What kind of music would he make? Would people believe him? What about Hendrix? Or Janis Joplin? It would be interesting.

So for my take on the statuary coming to life, I chose to run with a Greek minor God. It's funny, I knew nothing about Kratos before the research for this story. Now I know quite a bit.

Do you want to know what happens when a statue comes to life? Then check out Soft Marble. Here's a sampling!

Soft Marble

M/M,
Anal Sex, Masturbation

Quickie
line – Contemporary, Fantasy, LGBT

Ellora’s
Cave Spectrum Short Story

One touch from his
lover and this marble will come to life.

Kratos, God of power and strength,
has been imprisoned in pure white marble for more than two centuries. His lover
can break the spell—if only his lover would find him.

Andy Green knows his ancient
artifacts. He spends his days restoring works of art. When the sculpture of
Kratos enters his studio, he can’t hide his attraction. Will he be able to free
the god or will forces beyond his control destroy everything he’s earned?

Andy strolled down
the hallway to the restoration room with his bag slung over his shoulder. He
still couldn’t wrap his mind around what had happened. One minute he was
cleaning a sexy statue and the next he was talking to the man who’d been the
statue. His stomach rumbled. Maybe the encounter with Kratos came out of his
lack of food in the last twelve hours. Possibly.

When Andy entered
the room, Kratos stood next to his pedestal. He grinned and pointed to the
place he’d once stood.

“Magic.” Kratos’
smile grew and he shrugged. “Gods can do things like that.”

“You—you put you up
there.” Andy touched the marble. The stone chilled his fingers. The statue
resembled the one brought in for him to clean. He studied the facial
expression. “It’s almost like you.” His gaze switched between Kratos and the
marble. “He’s not so pensive. Less detailed.” He turned his attention back to
Kratos. “What happened?”

“I am a god. We
have magic at our fingertips.”

Andy stared at the
naked man. He kept saying he was a god. The replica statue helped—especially
since it had been conjured seemingly out of thin air, but still. The bag on his
shoulder slipped to the crook of his arm.

“Oh fuck.” Andy
offered him the gym bag. “Here are some clothes. I’ll leave you alone to get
dressed.”

“Why?” Kratos
accepted the bag. “How does this work?” He tugged on the bag. “I’ve never seen
one like this before.”

“I forgot. It’s a
zipper.” Andy tugged the tab, opening the bag. “If you’re sticking around a
while, I’ll have to get you up to speed on current culture.” That is, if Kratos
wanted him to teach him. The man could always tell him to get lost.

“I hope you do.”
Kratos withdrew the T-shirt. He wrestled the garment over his head, covering
his chest. The shirt molded to his upper body like a second skin.

“Wow,” Andy
murmured. “Looks great on you.” He expected Kratos to kick him out of the room
and want privacy. He was a god, right? Didn’t gods expect preferential
treatment? “I’ll leave you alone to change.”

Monday, July 28, 2014

I’ll
admit it, I’m a sucker for a bad boy, but it’s not often that I think about the
reasoning behind it. In fact, it rankles the feminist in me when I try to
examine the inclination too closely. The intellectual side of me wants to say
that I hate alpha males and all they stand for, but I don’t. Why is that? I’ve
got a few theories.

First,
there’s the evolutionary reason. Though it’s wildly outdated, something in me
looks at a leather-jacket-wearing, motorcycle-riding badass and says, “He’ll definitely
be able to protect me and my future offspring. Look at how mean he is!” This is
the undercurrent beneath a lot of the bad boy’s allure, for me at least.

Next,
there’s the devil-may-care attitude. There’s something appealing about a person
(man or woman) who bucks convention and doesn’t care what anyone thinks of
them. I wish I could be that carefree and self-confident. I crave that sense of
being beyond societal norms to such a degree that they cease to matter.

The
third point is more emotional in scope. My favorite bad boy characters have a
softer side that only their significant other gets to see. This is what really
draws me in, as a reader and viewer. Being able to see the vulnerability under
all the armor gets me right in the gut, every time. When a bad boy is gentle
with the one he loves, I melt.

Lastly,
there’s the power. Bad boys have physical power and presence. They take up
space and affect the world around them. Power is attractive, especially when
combined with the nonchalant attitude that embodies the very best bad boys.

In
my search for inspiration this month I stumbled on a list of Bad Boy Book Lists on
Goodreads that I thought I’d share. If you've got the same craving for alphas that I do, check out my werewolf series Broods of Fenrir that is filled with bad boys and a few bad girls.

Friday, July 25, 2014

It must have something to do with all that sweaty humidity that encourages muscles to glisten. Maybe it’s the rowdy Cajun music, sultry wail of a sax, or the beckoning naughtiness of the Quarter that drops inhibitions faster than the top on a Bourbon Street stripper. Or the food with its tang and bite of exotic spices that warms so good all the way down. Or the accent – oh, cher! ­ that lazy drawl and earthy patois that isn’t quite Southern or refined like French Creole, but you could listen to it all day . . . and night. Whether they wear Armani in urban highrises, pole piroques over the deceptive calm of weed-choked backwaters, or tend bar where an exclusive clientele comes to howl and literally let their hair down, bayou-bred bad boys are irresistible.

The bayou is more than a location. It’s an attitude, a way of living life, a cultural heritage as deep as the secrets hidden behind heavy moss and eerily beautiful tombs. The appeal for me began with Anne Rice’s fatally morose Louis, then was tantalized by Sherrilyn Kenyon’s Dark Hunters and Kresley Coles’ MacGrieve clan, and then permanently underlined by those half-dressed hotties in True Blood and the Originals. It’s no wonder that the paranormal heroes in my “By Moonlight” series hail from those mysterious, steamy byways. It helps that New Orleans is my favorite place to visit for research and all the trimmings.

Here’s a taste of what I’m talking about. Meet Max Savoie from my “By Moonlight” series in this excerpt from CAPTURED BY MOONLIGHT. Max will be back in REMEMBERED BY MOONLIGHT in October!

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Their room was on the second floor facing the courtyard, where jovial diners drank Hurricanes and listened to a wailing Doug Kershaw tune. The sound filtered up through the open balcony doors to mingle with cool shadows.

“This is nice.”

Max’s arms slipped about her waist. “It is nice. Dance with me.”

He didn’t have to coax her to lean into him. With her head pillowed on his shoulder and her eyes closed, Charlotte let herself be moved by the music and Max Savoie.

After a few minutes of sensuous shuffling, he tipped her chin up for a long, very thorough kiss while never missing a beat. Her heart was pounding by the time he eased back into a series of soft, searching nibbles.

When she started to reach for him, he caught her wrists and held her arms down at her sides. “Hands off, Detective,” he murmured against her mouth. “Just stand there and let me work.”

She closed her eyes, trusting him the way she could no other, wanting him the way she would no other.

His tongue slid across the parted welcome of her lips, teasing lightly until she moaned. When he eased her shirt over her head she offered him the curve of her throat, shivering when his mouth moved down to the valley of her collarbone, chasing along those tempting contours with the sweep of his lips as his clever fingers worked the hooks of her bra. Then that barrier was gone, as well.

“You’re all I could think about,” he confided softly. “The feel of you. The scent of you. The taste of you.”

She toed out of her boots and tore open her zipper. His hands covered hers, warm, effortlessly controlling.

“Let me do that, sha.”

He peeled down her jeans, kneeling to pool them at her ankles so she could step free. His strong fingers massaged over the tops of her feet, around her slender ankles, stroking up the sleek muscle of her calves, kneading the tight curve of her thighs. Working out the tension, building up the anticipation.

Nancy Gideon is the award winning author of over 55 romances ranging from historical, regency and series contemporary suspense to paranormal, with a couple of horror screenplays tossed into the mix. She works full time as a legal assistant, and when not at the keyboard, feeds a Netflix addiction along with all things fur, fin and fowl. She also writes under the pen names Dana Ransom and Rosalyn West.

Nancy Gideon is the author of over 55 novels ranging from Regencies, historicals and contemporary suspense to dark paranormal romance, with a couple of horror screenplays thrown into the mix. When not at the keyboard or working full time as a legal assistant in Southwest Michigan, she can be found feeding her addictions for Netflix and all things fur, feather and fin, enjoying Grammy time (usually watchingThe Avengers), and meeting new friends and readers through her GoodReads “Nancy Gideon by Moonlight” group. Her books can also be found under the pen names Dana Ransom, Rosalyn West and Lauren Giddings.

I have to admit. I have weakness for them. I'm not sure where it started, but I'll share my journey. I cam into lusting after angels in my late teens. Angels had, for the most part, dominated great bad guy positions (Christopher Walken as Gabriel and Vigo Mortensen as Lucifer in The Prophecy) or been cast in comedic roles (Emmanuelle Béart in A Date With an Angel and Paul Hogan in Almost and Angel). I had read a few fallen from grace romances, but they never really got my interest. So let's fast-forward to my late teens.

My first memory of the seductive power of angels came from The Prophecy II. Omg Danyeal (the gorgeous and talented Russell Wong).

He was sent from Heaven in order to seduce the movie heroine. My most memorable line? They are in the middle of having amazing sex and he asks "Do you accept me?". Well, I immediately said yes in my teenage heart. While it wasn't the first time I wanted to swap places with a movie heroine, it had a powerful impact on my teenage mind and heart (I was nineteen).

He went on to be in some pretty amazing movies and TV shows as well. Romeo Must Die, The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor, Numb3rs, Hawaii 5-0 and more. I've seen almost all of his foreign films and love his style, but he'll always have my heart as Danyeal.

What about Castiel from Supernatural? He has a loyal fan following.

Sexy. Dangerous. Trying to follow the line of the righteous no matter the cost...Castiel is an angel of brooding integrity. He weighs every choice, but does so with style.

When he lost his grace and became human...his naive journey about what it meant to BE human really broke my heart. He was an angel I loved and would do anything to help return him to grace. If I could. After I got a kiss or two first...of course. LOL!

We come to the final in my trio of angels I love to lust after. Paul Bettany plays the Archangel Michael in the movie Legion. And oh man, does he play it well. From sacrificing his wings to his incredible firepower, Michael really had my heart pounding. :D I've always been a fan of Paul's work, but this is one of my favorite movies starring him.

That's it. That's my lustful cravings for angels. I've just started combing through Romances and Urban Fantasies for great series, but they seem to fall a bit short for what I want to read. Do you have any recommendations for great reads involving hot angels fallen from grace? I'd love hear about them in comments!

Happy Reading,

Dawn Montgomery

Dawn Montgomery's latest:

SILVER TONGUED DEVILS

***Released as a standalone with two brand new stories for the readers: Brom's Birthday and The Slow Grind. The main novella, SILVER TONGUED DEVILS, is formerly part of the Tall, Dark and Alpha boxed set***

Raesa was one step from hell until she found redemption in their arms.

Ship thief and notorious escape artist, Raesa Daw was the best in the business until a routine DNA test proves that she's one of the last Earthen purebloods in existence. Desperate to escape sexual slavery and breeding for a royal house, she flees the station on the Crimson Star, landing in the arms of a deadly half-breed, Brom Raine.

One kiss burns away her fear, but opens a world more dangerous than she'd ever known.

Captain Anderson Na'varr of the Mercenary frigate Crimson Star shows no mercy to those who stow away on his vessel. He will take the thief and show her exactly how erotically ruthless he and his Executive Officer, Brom, can be.

Seduced by the dark lust and hidden strength of both men, she vows to do everything in her power to corrupt her DNA before the slavers find her.

Na'varr realizes Raesa holds the key to survival, and losing her to the Republic would destroy the fragile peace he and Brom had found in her arms. Her courage would lead them out of the depths of hell but only their love could keep her alive.

WARNING: SILVER TONGUED DEVILS contains explicit sex. It is not intended for readers under the age of 18.

Author's Note: Silver Tongued Devils was previously released in the Tall, Dark and Alpha Boxed Set. This edition comes with two additional stories in the continuation of their adventures

Let's see if I can tempt you with some delicious goodies... because in space no one can hear you lust after a hot man getting undressed...

*****

A puff of cold air slapped her bare back.

She froze, suds running off her skin.

The fact that Etts hadn’t screamed in alarm meant only one other person could have opened the stall door and now stood there watching her.

She waited.

The low voice brought goose bumps to her exposed skin. “Captain. Glad to see you took advantage of my offer.”

“Marshal.” She didn’t turn toward the open stall door. “Thank you for making it.”

“You’ll be glad to know that the transport left without incident.” He didn’t say the name; he didn’t have to. He wasn’t going to taint this moment with that name.

She was grateful for that.

“That’s good. Hope they fry the bastard.” Sam reached for the washcloth and poured a good amount of liquid soap on it. She could see him out of the corner
of her eye, watching her through the semi-clear glass.

She didn’t have the urge to hide her scars. There weren’t many and they’d whitened and faded over time, but some of her lovers had cringed at seeing them.

They hadn’t lasted long. In every sense of the word.

Daniel chuckled. “We’ll see.” He walked back and forth in front of the shower, a slow, leisurely pace. “You found everything okay?”

“Yes, thank you.” She looked at him through the door, her heart pounding like it was her first combat drop all over again.

Time to put up or shut up. He’d be leaving soon and she needed to get him out of her system.

“Could I impose on you to wash my back? I can’t quite reach back there.” She rolled her shoulders.

He grinned. “Thought you’d never ask.” He took a step forward, then stopped. “One minute. No use getting my uniform wet.”

Daniel slid off his jacket and tossed it over her pile of clothing. He tugged his T-shirt out of the top of his jeans and pulled it upward, annoyingly slowly.

She forgot about the hot water running down her face.

*********

The sequel, "In the Void" comes out in October - so why wait to hop on board the Bonnie Belle?

Monday, July 21, 2014

When I heard this month's topic, I must admit I got just a little frustrated. I'm not a Bad Boy. Worse, I've had to help friends recover from the fallout of a relationship with a Bad Boy who they just couldn't resist.

I asked the Ur-Goth why they had such an appeal, but she couldn't tell me. She's not really into them, either in reality or in fiction. Thing is, we both acknowledge that they do seem to have a huge appeal. So in the interests of trying to talk about them, I thought about the equivalent, Bad Girls. I certainly relate to the attraction there. The zest for life, the lack of attention to societal pressure, and the wanton disregard for anything resembling rules.

Of course, what with me totally getting distracted from the topic, that didn't really pan out either, so I started looking at 'Bad Boys', trying to see what they have in common. Han Solo, Malcolm Reynolds, Angel, Spike yeah, I'm a Sci-Fi fan, as you can see. Thing is, even with that short list, one stands out. Three of them are really good guys with a tough outer shell, and maybe some dark impulses...

...And then there's Spike. Unrepentant vampire and thug. You get too close to him, and he'll eat you up, and not in any kind of good way. But even before he turned over a new leaf and became a 'good guy', he had legions of romantically inclined fans. It took me a while to figure out what he's got in common with the other two, the core of the appeal of Bad Boys (and Bad Girls, for that matter).

Bad Boys do what they want.

Bad Boys don't do anything they don't want to do.

If a Bad Boy shows interest in you, it's real.

Once I realized that, I realized I'd been writing a Bad Boy for a while now. Steve, the firefighter-turned-superhero in my serial Blue Bloods, is a guy who does the right thing for all the wrong reasons. His reprobate behavior is forever getting under the skin of his teammates, Drew and Angela. Every time they're about to kick him out the door, he takes a hit for them. Not because he felt obligated, or because he thought it was the right thing to do.

I'm a storyteller, a father, a husband, and a master of many trades. Of dubious quality in all of the above. The photo is not of me; it's art I bought at a convention, I subsequently commisioned the remaining pair of the trio. Lest it be misunderstood, the byline is from a long time friend who made the following comment: "Once in a while you've got to get into Bob's Head. After which you must get back out as fast as humanly possible." He stands by that assessment to this day. Then again, in answer to the question "which is more dangerous, an assault rifle or a hamster?", he answered "Depends, does Bob have the hamster?". Much later in life, a friend from college was doing impromptu Tarot readings, and before each one was choosing what card most accurately represented each person in the room. On being asked what card repped me, he replied "the six of spades". On seeing the inhabitants of the room go into thought trying to figure out what card that might equate to in the Tarot he said "No, don't convert it. In the great Tarot game of life, Bob is playing poker." I don't know WHY people say these things. They just do.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

I'm very excited this week to be sharing the cover for my upcoming science fiction romance release MISSION TO MAHJUNDAR!

Fiona Jayde is my cover designer, who helped establish the "brand" look and feel for this series right from the beginning. I usually do some browsing through the stock photos (so much fun to do and SO much more fun than actually writing new words on paper LOL) and send her a few that I like - possible heroes, heroines and settings - just to show what I'm thinking about. She works her magic and I'm set.

This new book is set in the same Universe as Wreck of the Nebula Dream and Escape From Zulaire, although there's no direct link between the three books. Here's the blurb for this new novel, which should be available August 18th at all the major ebook stores and in paperback (from Amazon only) shortly thereafter:

An attempted assassination left Princess Shalira blind as a child and, now that she’s of marriageable age, her prospects are not good because of her disability. She’s resigned herself to an arranged marriage rather than face life under the thumb of her cold stepmother. But then she meets Mike Varone, a Sectors Special Forces officer sent to Mahjundar by the intergalactic government to retrieve a ship lost in her planet’s mountains. After Mike saves Shalira from another assassination attempt, she arranges for him to escort her across the planet to her future husband. She’s already falling hard for the deadly offworlder and knows she should deny herself the temptation he represents, but taking Mike along to protect her is the only way she’ll live long enough to escape her ruthless stepmother.

Mike, for his part, resists his growing attraction to the princess; he has a mission on this planet and rescuing the vulnerable but brave princess isn’t it. No matter how much he wishes it could be.

But what should have been an easy trek through Mahjundar’s peaceful lands swiftly turns into an ambush with danger around every turn. Shalira’s marriage begins to seem less like an arranged union and more like yet another planned assassination. The more they work together to survive, the harder it becomes to stop themselves from falling in love. Caught in a race against time, can they escape the hostile forces hunting them and make it off the planet?

Can there be a future for a simple soldier and an intergalactic princess?

No preorder buttons, bummer!

In other exciting news, the wonderful Michael Riffle is nearly done with recording the audiobook version of Escape From Zulaire so that should be available in August as well.

Best Selling Science Fiction & Paranormal Romance author and “SciFi Encounters” columnist for the USA Today Happily Ever After blog, Veronica Scott grew up in a house with a library as its heart. Dad loved science fiction, Mom loved ancient history and Veronica thought there needed to be more romance in everything.

Friday, July 18, 2014

Bad boys reign…at least this month on our
blog and in my necromancer books. Book two, The
Necromancer’s Betrayal, was released last week and contains two of my
favorite bad boys that vie for Ruby, my necromancer’s, attention. They don’t
play nice, but demons and vampires aren’t exactly boy scouts. Ewan March, the
demon warrior, and Lysander, the powerful vampire, struggle against impossible external
circumstances, their own frayed friendship, and their conflicted
emotions over Ruby. They recognize their behavior borders on obnoxious
Alpha (which Ruby calls them on), recognize they were once friends, but neither
can seem to control the powerful emotions surging through them. Their conflicts
in Necromancer’s Betrayal were fun to write, as are all powerfully emotional
scenes, but ultimately it’s their dedication to their supernatural races and
deep feelings for Ruby that keep them in check…sort of J

Back cover copy for Necromancer's Betrayal:

Her powers
have been hobbled. Her enemies are growing stronger. Old loves
challenge her. And her worst betrayer may be herself.

Necromancer Ruby Montagne is battling for her
life in the realm of demons. Unfairly branded for the death of a fellow necromancer,
she’s got to prove her innocence without the full use of her magic. And the
real culprit is still on the loose.

While someone is stalking her friends among the witches, Ruby
searches for answers inside the dark intrigues of both the demon and
necromancer worlds. Ruby must confront this new, sinister threat while
reconciling her feelings for her former lover, a demon warrior. Only it’s
difficult . . . because a sexy vampire is making it clear that he’d like to be
a lot more than just friends.

The
competition for Ruby’s trust heats up as the enemy pushes her toward a dark
side that could threaten the entire realm. Yet what can Ruby do when she’s not
even sure what she is? With the fabric separating the realms at stake, she must
decide whom to trust. But will the ultimate betrayal be her own?

Please check out the Goodreads link below to enter a giveaway for The Necromancer's Betrayal!